The spacecraft glided steadily into the vast cosmic route, the silent, icy starlit sea outside standing in stark contrast to the rising tension within the cabin.
Soft lighting filled the room, quiet enough that only the sound of two uneven breaths could be heard.
After their earlier release of pent-up desire, Han Ling sat upright on the sofa, posture still composed and proper, gaze sharp and focused as though immersed in an unsolved riddle.
Leander, however, had long abandoned any distraction. His entire attention was fixed solely on the man before him. Those blue eyes—usually gentle and tinged with laughter—now darkened, deep enough to swallow someone whole.
To him, Han Ling in this moment looked nothing like the commanding, untouchable figure from before. Serious and contemplative, he seemed strangely quiet, almost obedient in Leander's eyes—yet it only stirred a stronger pull in his chest.
